Undercurrent

Shen Yanci had always doted on his half-brother Shen Tinglan like a real younger brother, until recently he sensed something was wrong. The look in Shen Tinglan's eyes when he gazed at him grew deeper and deeper, as if hiding something that was about to spill over. That evening, he pushed open the door. The room was unlit, only the blood-red sunset squeezing through the gaps in the curtains. Shen Tinglan leaned against the door frame and smiled at him. That smile sent a chill down Shen Yanci's spine—for the first time, he felt that the boy who had always followed behind him since childhood had become a stranger.